While other kids were going to camp or playing with others and developing valuable social skills, I was holed up in my room or at the library lost in a book. Sure, I still may never actually master the art of small talk (ugh) but if I ever do, at least I won't feel insecure about my vocabulary.
First up, is Cannery Row by John Steinbeck:
I picked up my copy on the last day of my California trip, a few days after visiting Monterey and its titular Row. Of course the modern Row barely resembles the grimy, seedy, fishy, insular community of riff raff that Steinbeck writes so lovingly about, but if you look hard enough past the gift shops and restaurants, it's easy to imagine drinking from the jug with Mack and the boys or collecting starfishes with Doc.
|1. Vintage wine jug | 2. Frog specimen | 3. Diving helmet ice bucket | 4. Sardine labels|
5. Phonograph | 6. Chinese firecrackers | 7. Starfish